Jan 03, 2010 10:51
So I cleaned my apartment this morning... sort of. I still need to vacuum and finish dishes, but frankly, I feel that working an eight hour shift with the promise of four more 8 hour shifts in the next 48 hours (followed by game that might be long...) entitles me to say "Fuck vacuuming and dishes".
So that's exactly what I said.
Yeah, friends are supposed to be coming to my place Tuesday... it'll be the first time since I moved in six months ago that I'll have had more than two people here. So I thought I should make some space... everytime I organize and "clean" I seem to reclaim just a little more space from both my clutter and the monster I like to call "Cadic". He freaked right out when I tried to get rid of the empty cardboard box... apparently I either need to accept that the box stays, or I need to get him a "proper" little house.
...I'll buy the stupid house next week.
Also, apparently food is not delicious unless it's been put on the floor first. Dumb cat.
Gah. I need some sleep so I can vacuum and cook later.
I am such a stupid head.
...and Cadic just dumped the rest of his food on the floor.
*sighs*
apartment,
life,
cadic,
work